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Maybe something was wrong with me.
I hid my expression by turning my face in towards his shoulder. His hand caressed the line of my jaw and I almost moaned out loud at the way my body burned from such an innocent touch. My pussy clenched down hard.
I was hopeless.
The drive to the restaurant felt like it took forever. Every second of his close proximity was both heaven and hell. The longer we sat together, the more I wanted to jump him. The scent of his masculinity intermingling with his cologne was more enticing than I cared to admit. I chanced a glance down, catching sight of the hard line of his monstrosity of a cock through his black slacks.
I tried not to think about how much it would hurt when he finally slammed into me or about how much I would like that it hurt, no matter how roughly he took me.
Jesus Christ. Get it together, you horny little slut.
When it finally came time for us to climb out of the car, I breathed a sigh of relief to hopefully be free of my wickedly taboo thoughts for at least a little while. Sergei reached for my hand and helped me to my feet. I didn’t protest when he took my arm and led me inside. It wasn’t forceful, but there was a certain firmness to it that made it clear I washiswoman.
That made my clit throb so hard that I almost tripped.
Luckily, I didn’t, and I leaned on his arm a little harder to stop myself from toppling over at anything else that might catch me off guard. If he noticed my misstep, he didn’t mention it and I was grateful to him for letting me keep my dignity. He led me to a private room in the back, and I noticed once again that we had the whole place to ourselves.
I didn’t know if I would ever really get used to that kind of power.
Like the perfect gentleman, he pulled out my chair and I sat down. He took his seat across from me, gazing back at me with those mystifying steely irises as though he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
A waitress came to our table and bowed her head.
“Good evening, Mr. Reznikov,” she greeted, and he smiled in her direction.
“It’s good to see you, Emily,” he answered in return.
I appreciated how he always treated whoever served us with kindness and respect. It was something that I really disliked about the way Robert had gone about life. God forbid if someone messed up his order. It had been such a rocky point in our relationship that I avoided going out to dinner with him as much as I could. It was refreshing to see that Sergei wasn’t above offering others a kind word. I really liked that.
“Would you like to see a menu, sir?” she asked.
“No. My wife and I will have the filet mignon, served with the roasted garlic red wine sauce. We’ll have the potatoes au gratin, as well as the roasted vegetables. Bring a side of the lobster mac and cheese as well,” he ordered.
The way he referred to me as his wife made my core clench hard. It was possessive in a delicious sense and compounded with the fact that he’d gone ahead and ordered for me, it made me feel taken care of. To be honest, it caught me off guard how much I liked it. It was sort of old fashioned in a way, but it made me feel even closer to him as a result. Plus, he’d remembered how much I’d like the lobster dish from last time.
“Of course, sir. Your wine choice?”
“Bring us the 2016 Screaming Eagle Cabernet from my collection,” he said thoughtfully.
“Excellent choice. That will pair exceptionally well with your dinner selections,” she bowed her head. Another waiter followed on her heels, bringing a basket of warm artesian bread and glasses of water for us both. He also placed a plate between us with garlic butter and I licked my lips.
Sergei didn’t wait for them to leave the room before he buttered a piece for me and pressed it to my lips. I opened my mouth, keeping my eyes level with his as I took a bite. I could feel myself beginning to blush, which only seemed to make his smile grow wider and the devious glint in his eyes even brighter.
The bread was delicious. It was a focaccia of some kind, and the garlic butter made it more than a little decadent. His fingertips brushed against my lips, and I dragged the tip of my tongue against his knuckle simply because I could. His eyes narrowed and I grinned in victory.
“I’m sorry about what you saw last night,” he finally said.
“It’s nothing,” I said shyly.
“It’s not nothing,moya malyshka.”
“You had business that needed to be taken care of,” I replied.
“I need you to understand that my world is a dangerous one, babygirl. Because of that, I’m going to give you a set of rules so that you can stay safe from those that might mean to hurt me through you,” he continued.
I stiffened at the mention of rules, like I needed to be handled like a little girl when I was a grown woman.
“I don’t need to be handled like I’m a child,” I countered.
